Poetry: Roald Dahl (again)


*As I was searching through my drafts pile, I found this old post from June 2011. That’s TWO THOUSAND ELEVEN. I have no idea why I didn’t post it. Here goes: The kids and I are still reading a bit of Vile Verses every morning. They are a tad bit morbid.  We either laugh our […]

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A War on Christmas?


This day, In sadness borne, We must confess: The Spirit of the Age Has crushed The infant in the cradle. And yet: O glorious yet, One day, in gladness shown, We must profess: The infant from the manger Has crushed The Spirit of the Age. Tristan Gylberd (1954-)   (HT: TulipGirl)

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The Oxen [poem by T. Hardy]


The Oxen by Thomas Hardy Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us […]

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